The other day, we were at my parent’s house and my dad, Freddie Mac, had bought some Indian peppers. He mentioned that they were QUITE spicy. I don’t know if you know this but Indian food is EXTREMELY spicey. When I was in Japan, we went to an Indian restaurant and their range of spicy intensity was from 1-30. One was already pretty hot and 3 was damn hot. Imagine 30. Uh uh, not this Jane.

I told Dick about the peppers my dad just bought and mentioned how spicy they were. It always peaks his interest when the food is spicy. “Yeah, bring me some.”

I always thought it was the seeds that make the pepper spicy but actually, it’s in the oils of the pepper. That’s why if it’s on your fingers, you better not touch your nose. I MAY have discovered this through first hand experience.

Anyway, Dick somehow did not heed my warning and took a big bite out of the pepper. Bold as ever. To his dismay, Freddie Mac was on da money. HAWT! It was apparent in his face that it was SUPER DUPER HOT. He ran straight for the fridge.

They say that when experiencing such hotness, milk products help…not drinking water, as one would think. Dick is pouring the milk on his lips.

His mouth and throat must be on fire because he’s drinking it.

Blech. Another great reason not to eat HOT chilli peppers.

Persians will also eat yogurt after eating something too spicy. Lucky for Dick we just happened to have some in my parents fridge.

His lips felt hot, were red and he said they felt like they had swollen up.

Why would you want to put yourself through this? Must be a guy thing.

Girls, we experience the pain once and we’re like, no…never again.

(This is how I feel about hot peppers and exercise.)

Guys, they experience pain and they’re like, I must CONQUER it!

(This is true for everything guys do.)

Next day, he had some more of the peppers but was more cautious to take it in gradually, in smaller chunks…determined to be immune to the Indian Pepper.

-Jane, Non-Fan of  Hot Chilli Peppers.

I walk out my front door and I’m greeted by my Buddha.

Buddha is so great to come home to. Isn’t his smile contagious?

(He’s still PIMPED up from my party.)

The air is FRESH, COOL and a brisk 60F on this beautiful Saturday morning. Because we live in an older neighborhood, we have lots of trees and therefore, lots of birds. Oh, there were so many of them flying around and serenading us. I felt like SNOW WHITE when she woke up in the morning after a night in the SCARY FOREST.

My grass is quite long…it’s because I loved having all these little white flowers that were growing wild in my yard and made it look so quaint and whimiscal that I couldn’t cut the grass.

However the grass is much more difficult to cut when it’s too long. As much as I love the flowers, I GOTS to cut the grass!

WEEDWACKING MAKES FOR SHAPELY ARMS

A few days earlier Dick had gone to Gotham City and had taken by mistake the keys to the Lawnmower. Perturbed, I did what I could and weedwacked first. Definitely the hardest part of cutting the grass is the weedwacking.

From Spring up to Fall, my biceps get the workout of their life and my arms actually get a littled toned and have some shape to them.

JANES: If you want that well-defined toned arm look, do about an hour of weedwacking a week and trust me, Bippity-boppity-boo like Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother, yo gonna have yo-self some SHAPELY arms!

Dick is back from Gotham City now so I have my keys back and am SUPER ready to cut the grass!

HI-HO-HI-HO…It’s off to work she goes.

(Whistle, whistle, whistle…You can picture it, right?)

MATRIX MOVES REQUIRED TO WORK THE BORDER

Like I said, it’s early Saturday morning (About 9am-Yes, that’s EARLY for me.) and I’m hesitant to start up my  loud-ass lawn mower. Luckily, it seems that all that worry was for nothing because my neighbor Ozzy is already up and cutting the grass too!

I start by working the outer border of the yard.

Working the border of the lawn, I’m doing MATRIX-like moves to avoid being smacked in the face by OVERGROWN brush and beheaded by LOW branches. People driving and walking by are giving me strange looks.

Why is this girl doing these crazy moves and taking pictures while she’s mowing her yard ?

I wish I had a sign that I could just whip out: BLOGGER ON BOARD.

TACKY-EYE-CRAP ON MY YARD

Anyway, I haven’t even made it one lap around my yard when I quickly come to a screeching halt because Dick has blocked off an edge of our yard with the frame of  a tent that got blown over during the same storm that took down our trees.

Ummmm, hello, if you’re not going to help with the yard maintenance, at least don’t make my job harder!!

Even though the frame is broken, Dick wants to make use of it and puts it at the edge of our yard because we sometimes have teenagers who like to cut through our yard here. Yes, this will deter them but hell, it’s ridiculously ugly and it’s slowing me down because I now have to get OFF my mower and MOVE IT!

Why can’t Dick just OBEY me (Like he promised when we got married…Love, honor and OBEY…) and put it where I told him to! Not there!

Just to give you some background on the tent, Dick ERECTED this thing so that he could park his car under there but when the storm hit, it blew over and broke.

Can you believe that Dick originally wanted to plop this EYESORE of a TENT in my front yard!!! Yes, the FRONT YARD!!! WTF???

I DEFINTELY was not having any of that HEINOUSNESS. Talk about freakin’  OUT OF YO MIND. We may not have a strict Homeowners Association but we have a No-Tacky-Eye-Crap-in-the-Yard Association! And it’s WELL ENFORCED!

After I get off my mower and move the frame, I’m annoyed but joyful that I can continue to cut my grass after removing the TACKY EYE CRAP from my yard.

What I fail to realize is that the string that Dick used to tie down the tent so that it DOESN’T blow away is still on the ground and I RUN RIGHT OVER it. So, guess what happens then???

The string has wound up all around my blades and TIGHTLY.

This is some heavy duty string and because it’s been wound several times around the shaft of the blades, there is no way I can pull it off with my hands.

After all this and I have nothing to show for it but some STRING that’s been wound up around the blades of my mower and a yard that still has YET TO BE MOWED. What’s a Jane to do???

To be continued…

-Jane, PRESIDENT of the NO-TACKEY-EYE-CRAP-IN-THE-YARD ASSOCIATION

]]> http://janeanddick.com/dick/no-tacky-eye-crap-in-the-yard-association/feed/ 0 http://janeanddick.com/dick/i-lose-dicks-keys-and-make-proper-use-of-lucys-apology-note-pad-she-gave-me/ http://janeanddick.com/dick/i-lose-dicks-keys-and-make-proper-use-of-lucys-apology-note-pad-she-gave-me/#comments Thu, 22 Apr 2010 13:24:24 +0000 Jane http://janeanddick.com/?p=10852 All day I’ve been pressure washing the deck, putting away stuff in the shed, cleaning, blowing leaves off the roof of the house, planting flowers…and in between all that, I lost Dick’s keys. (Because I went to get gas for my machines and didn’t put the keys back where they belong.)

RUMMAGING THROUGH TRASH SUCKS

Dick was pissed. Couldn’t find them, looked everywhere. Even in the trash bin outside because I threw a bunch of stuff away, including dead plants and weeds but none of it was really yucky because that’s all that was in there. Trash pickup just came yesterday. It’s possible the keys got flung into the trash along with everything else.

Looking through trash sucks. But, I did it in such a way that there was minimal touching, yet thoroughly searched and like I said, it was mostly dirt and weeds that was the dirty part and I already had my hands in it earlier.

As soon as I was done looking through the trash, I was going to make a 5th lap around the house to look yet AGAIN for the keys whenDick comes around the corner and says we need to go through the trash.

“We need to go thru the trash.”

“I already did.”

You did? You went through this one?

(Said in his non-believing tone. He’s referring to our kitchen trash bag that he had just brought out and put in front of the trash bin. And yes, I had already gone thru that bag too even though I was SURE it didn’t fall into the trash can in the kitchen. )

“Yeah! I went thru that one already!”

“Well we have to go through it again. We have to find those keys.”

And he proceeds to dump the entire contents of the kitchen bag all over our driveway. Well, let’s see…there’s the bunches of carrot and apple pulp from juicing this morning, the eggs shells from the eggs we had for breakfast, and lots of other crap…much more disgusting than dirt and dead plants I assure you.

I’m shocked and I can’t fucking believe he just did that.

“I just told you I already went through all that! You don’t have to dump it out like that!”

OH…MY…GOD…I am so livid. Why you ask???

(1) I have been working my ass off all day. See first sentence.

(2) I already went thru the trash.

(3) I managed to look through all the trash without having to dump it out and still see that CLEARLY the keys weren’t in there.

Now, I did APOLOGIZE TWO TIMES already for losing the keys because yes, I lost the keys.

HOWEVAH, that does NOT entitle one to be spiteful and make me pick up trash unnecessarily.

Sorry, NO WAY. It’s just plain meanness.

So, after he finds the keys (they had fallen between the mattress and bed frame of our bed. I had thrown them on the bed but when the girls made the bed, somehow, they fell in the crack), he says…

“Oh, and YOU need to pick up the trash.”

Ummm…what?!?!?! The nerve!!

“No, I told you you didn’t have to do that. I told you I already looked in there. I’m NOT picking it up.”

Then he and the kids leave to go biking (which originally I was going to go with the girls but then had to look for the keys). I still needed to shower and I was so mad that there was NO WAY I would be able to be in his presence without trying to PUNCH HIS BIG NOSE. So, they go and I go take a much needed shower and decide to avoid a showdown that would end up making us all unhappy.

So, while in the shower, I was still quite livid and had to get it out of me. I started screaming like a crazy woman:

AHHHHHHHH!!!! MOTHER FUCKER! YOU FUCKING SHIT!

FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!!! FUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!

I’m so mad I can’t contain myself.

You know, I would have helped you if you just offered to do it together. I didn’t lose the keys on purpose. People make mistakes mother fucker. Yes, I’m still mad. So I make good use of Lucy’s “Apology” note pad she gave me.

I needed something to write on.

I’m usually really chill but if you piss me off, I get so mad I think could kill a man with my PINKY FINGER.

-Jane, Pissed off.

Remember I mentioned Dick is running a marathon soon, therefore he’s training and researching about marathons online.

DICK:

“Baby, I’ve been researching about marathons. And some people have commented about the long term effects of having run a marathon. Like, this one guy said he couldn’t do anything RAPIDLY for 18 months after he ran the marathon. And another guy said that at mile 21, he felt like his ASS BROKE. And, they say, towards the end of the 26 miles, you’re in SO MUCH pain and for the guys, you experience chaffing on your balls and your nipples (from rubbing against your shirt with sweat and stuff.).”

I’m laughing but really, why the hell would you put yourself through this? Is this a near mid-life crisis thing? Maybe an ego thing to prove you’re still young?

Sorry, not this Jane. I’m sure by mile 2 I’m gonna wanna go home. And if I ever did make it to mile 26, I’m sure my boobs canteloupes would not be none too pleased with me. That sounds super painful. I would need some super-strength sports bra. Come to think of it, I’ve never seen any big-boobied runners.

JANE:

“I don’t know why you have this crazy hair in your ass to put yourself through this, but whatever. Just don’t come back all hurt and shit. We can’t afford that now. I’ll be pissed.”

(I know, I’m such a loving supportive wife.)

DICK:

“Yeah, then you’ll see how much you guys need me! See how valuable I am!”

(Cocky as ever.)

JANE:

“Yeah yeah.”

I mean, Dick hasn’t EVER even run 26 miles! He’s been doing maybe half that!

He tells me he MIGHT have run that many miles when he was a kid. I remind him that was 20 years ago!! Ummm, things are a little different now honey.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I know Dick will finish this marathon and probably in good time. He’s an extremely good runner, at one point was even training for the Junior Olmpics. (Dick corrected me…He was already aJunior Olympian and was training for the Olympics. Ohhhh!)

But, he also extreme and will push himself to the limit…so if he doesn’t finish, it’ll be because he’s injured himself. Hence, my warning.

Here’s Dick after running with us while we were on our bikes (on and off) for about 3 hours.

Imagine what he’ll look like after a 26 mile run (approximate 4+ hours nonstop).

-Jane, Wife of Runner Dick.

Dick got a wild hair in his butt was inspired to take out all of his CDs the other day and rediscovered some of his old music collection. He was like an excited kid in a toy store:

“Oh! It’s Jamiroquai!!”

“Dayum, Soul to Soul!!”

“Milli Vanilli?!?!?!”

“Genesis, Pink Floyd, Michael Jackson, 2Pac, Ole Dirty Bastard, Everything But the Girl, Tony Rich Project…”

ETC, ETC, ETC.

OUR SONG

Whatever happened to Tony Rich? One hit wonder I guess.

Anyway, his hit song, Nobody Knows, was  popular at the time and we dubbed it “our song”.

Yes, cheesy, but, well..WHATEVER! Here it is in all its glory:

Nobody Knows

Quite a blast from the past.

Dick does have quite the collection.

He goes on to comment because now, he’s wanting to download them onto his computer.

“Who knew that CDs would become obsolete.”

Better get started. This is going to take a while.

In the midst of going thru the hundreds of CDs he has, he finds an interesting one.

It’s a Don Johnson mini-CD!!

Remember Don Johnson from Miami Vice? And does anyone remember that he tried to sing at one point too?!?!  This single is Take It Like It Is. Its not really impressive…no wonder he was never a Singing Star.

MINI-CDs

Because Dick grew up in Germany, they sold all singles on mini-CDs so as to not waste money and material for a full-size CD. Therefore,  in order to play the mini-CD on my CD player, I need one of these converters.

The converter is basically a plastic piece that the mini-CD just pops into. I wanted to upload the song for you but the file is too large (8.9M) and WordPress won’t allow me to post any songs over 5M. Anyway, it sounds like a slow song that couples would dance to in the 50s at a sock hop. If I can somehow chop up the song and post it, I will.

THIS JANE NOT HAPPY ABOUT THE NEW DECOR!!

Although I’m glad to have our music back, I’m not happy about how it looks now in our office. Here’s how it looked before.

Decorated nice and SIMPLY with some Asian, Zen pieces. Great for a peaceful atmosphere to work in.

Now, my shelves are CRAMMED FULL of HUNDREDS of CDs. WTF!!!

I basically flipped my shiz because it’s so opposite of ZEN and PEACE. See how it affected my atmosphere already???

To top it off, he then sticks some of my old decor in front of the CDs!!!

I’m pretty sure this is against all FENG SHUI rules!!

Not to mention, he stacks the CDs in such  way that it’s NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE to get any CD from the middle or bottom out!

And, see where the Frank Sinatra Collection is? Dick knows I’m not happy about how this all looks so he tries to cover the VCR tapes that were found in the boxes with that! We don’t even own a VCR player any more!!

I’m trying my mightiest not to put my foot to his ass.

Breathe. Just breathe.

-Jane, LOVER of MUSIC not CD CHAOS!!

Remember when I went to Mommy Day at Ballet? (Click HERE for that post). Louise was also excited to have me come to ballet but not as much as Daddy Day.

(For those who don’t want to read all the verbiage, skip to the PICS and FANTASTIC VIDEO of Dick at Daddy Day at Ballet below. LMAO!!!)

GETTING READY FOR BALLET

Since being in LA for a month, we’re just starting to get back into the swing of things. Ballet is in the morning so Louise and I are both up, we eat breakfast and get ready for ballet. Oh, and last night we had spent the night at my parents house. (We don’t have cable at home so Dick likes to totally lose himself in the TV when we are there.) So, Dick and Thelma are still hard asleep. Louise and I go back to our house to change for ballet. All of a sudden Louise says…

“Oh my gosh. Is it January? Please don’t tell me it’s January.”

Before I can say anything, she goes on…

“It IS January! Ohhh…I think today is Daddy Day at Ballet.”

“Well, you don’t know…it might be next week.”

“No, I really think it’s today.”

“Noooo, don’t worry about it! Let’s just go and see. It’s probably next week.”

We drive up to the dance studio and we see a bunch of dads.

“Ohhhhh, it IS Daddy Day!”

Ok. So I’m panicking inside. She’ll be DEVASTATED if Dick misses today but Dick is at home, sleeping soundly.

“Ok, don’t worry about it. I’ll go home and see if I can wake Daddy up.”

“Ok, I’m coming with you.”

“No! You go to class and I’ll go home.”

“No, I’ll wait here.”

We were standing in the waiting room at the studio and she wants to ensure that Dick is coming before going to class without a Dad.)

“No, don’t worry about it! I’ll go home and get Daddy and you go to class. It’s no big deal. Remember, you were the only one that HAD a Mommy come dance at Mommy-Daughter Day?”

“Fine.”

And she walks to class head down.

Ok, so I run to my car, run to my parents house, run inside to where Dick is sleeping, semi-whispering…

“Baby, you gotta get up. Baby. Get up. Today is Daddy Day at Ballet and Louise will be SUPER DISSAPPOINTED if you miss this. You know she’s been waiting for this ALL YEAR!”

“Umm, what?”

He’s in a half daze.

“Common baby, you KNOW she’ll be so upset if you don’t go!”

“Umm, ok. I’m coming.”

Still sleepy and sleeping.

“Let’s go lets go!”

I’m rushing him.

Since we’re at my parents house, Dick cruised over here in his PJs so he has nothing else to where. I tell him,

“Don’t worry about  it! It’s the new style! I just went around in my PJ’s the other day! “

(HERE is the story.)

DADDY DAY AT BALLET

So, we get there and there is just one other dad that is there. He’s super happy to see Dick and ushers him in line next to him at the bar. Louise is thrilled and is beaming!

So, here is is…pajamas and all…just after having rolled out of bed…doing ballet.

I’m laughing so hard while Dick is doing ballet. It’s cute and hilarious!

His form is sometimes less to be had.

Look who’s the only one not in sync. Hehehe.

Yes, excellent form.

WOW! Definitely ROCKETTE material!!!

TUTU TIME!!

It’s tutu time and since the dad’s can’t fit into the tutu’s, the teacher suggests that the dads put them on their heads. Of course, the kids are all like, “Yeah!”

Maybe Lady Gaga will be inspired for a new hat.

It’s time to do some work across the floor.

As you can see, only the cool dads show up. I love that they can have so much fun with it.

Dick is paying attention to make sure that he is doing it properly. Cute.

Wow! What form! You WERE paying attention! Wait…

I think I spoke too soon. From the looks of this, I’m not sure that either one were paying attention. From what I understand to be one of the BASICS to ballet is that the toes are NEVER pointed inwards, pigeon-toed. They must be free-forming it.

Next, it’s time to leap across the room, being sure to only step on the dots, with one leg in the air.

The other dad goes first.

I think his daughter is trying to push the dot closer to him. LOL

Its then Dick’s turn.

First step, great.

Subsequent steps, eh.

TAP TIME!

The class is mostly ballet with some tap as well.

So far so good.

Not quite.

Someone is still sleepy.

Ok, back on track.

A truely enjoyable time I think for all the PARTICIPANTS and the AUDIENCE!!!

Before we leave, Dick wants to attempt something.

Can you guess what?

He’s trying to do like the girls are in this picture.

Hmmmm…so close, yet so far away.

Keep it up Babe! You can do it!

THE VIDEO

Parts of this video is shaky…it’s because I was laughing so hard it was hard to keep the camera still. Enjoy!

-Jane, Wife of Ballet Dancing Dick

]]> http://janeanddick.com/dick/dick-daddy-day-at-ballet/feed/ 1 http://janeanddick.com/dick/wrestling-over-ben-jerrys-cherry-garcia/ http://janeanddick.com/dick/wrestling-over-ben-jerrys-cherry-garcia/#comments Tue, 19 Jan 2010 16:23:31 +0000 Jane http://janeanddick.com/?p=7440 My favorite ice cream is Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia. It’s so perfect with bits of chocolate chips and red cherries. YYUUUUMMM!

Well, I made Dick go for a late night run for some the other night. No, I’m not pregnant. I just really wanted some Cherry Garcia!

Dick obviously wanted some too otherwise he would definitely not have made the effort to go out to get it. He came home and then was taunting me with it.

We do this to eachother all the time. We know the other likes something and then we flaunt it in front of them, telling them they can’t have it. Well, you can’t put Cherry Garcia in front of me and tell me I can’t have any!!

So I start to wrestle him to try to get it!

I may not be able to match his strength, but I will put up one heck of a fight.

Yes, I finally did get my B&J. Don’t be touchin’ my Cherry Garcia!!

-Jane, Cherry Garcia Lover

Now we’re back from LA and it’s a new year. This year, we’re getting organized!

A MECHANIC VOMITED IN MY GARAGE!

Dick finished the maintenance on our cars but left my lovely playroom garage looking like a mechanic threw up all over my garage and left me the mess!

I’M TAKING MY PLAYROOM BACK!

I’m missing my ping pong and so Dick and I start cleaning up the playroom garage.

WELCOME BACK GARAGE PLAYROOM!! I’VE MISSED YOU!!

We made a place for the ping pong table so we can store it when we’re not using it. That way, the kids have more room to play.

BEFORE / AFTER

-Jane, Returning Ping Pong Champion Trainee

Well, come 2am in the morning and true to Persian style, Dick and his family are being super loud and driving me INSANE! Persians love to talk and they do it with great passion. They don’t know how to use their “inside” voice, even when others are around and sleeping.

I’m pissed at Dick and his family’s lack of consideration for others. They’re not even drunk, just super loud. So I stomp out there and tell Dick that he and his family need to quiet down…well, that’s putting it nicely.

Besides the fact that they are laughing and talking loudly, I’m especially ANNOYED that they are IGNORING the fact that I’m annoyed. You know how you get more mad when someone doesn’t acknowledge that you’re mad. Dick is laughing and trying to tell me he has a great story for my blog.

“Baby, we have  THE  BEST story for your blog.” (Remember, everything with Persians is THE BEST!)

What?!?!?! My response?

“I DON’T give a FUCK!”

“Baby, you would never guess who we saw.”

“Can you please tell your family to be quiet. It’s late and the kids are all sleeping.”

“We saw Brigitte Nielson!”

“Did you hear me??? I don’t give a shit!”

Why would they think that I give two shits about Bridgette Nielson at 2:30 in the morning??? Ok, so it’s not that late for me but I’m already asleep and when people are sleeping, there should be some common sense. I stomp back to my room and slam the door.

SO YOU WANT IN NOW HUH? TOO BAD!

Still, no one gets a fucking clue and the loud talking persists. I’m super pissed now and want to slam the door a few more times but I want to be adult about it so, I refrain. Instead, I lock the bedroom door, knowing that Dick would be coming to bed at some point.

Fifteen minutes later and he tries to open the door. Locked. He taps lightly “Baby, you up? Open the door.” In fact, I am up and editing pictures now because I’m so pissed that I can’t go back to bed. But I refuse open the door. Dick thinks I’m sleeping so he rattles the knob again and tries to knock lightly again. He then starts to try to pick the lock, without success. Again, another rap on the door. I want to yell at him and tell him to go fuck himself and to go sleep with his fucking loud family. But, I’m trying to hold it back because if I let it loose, all hell would break loose and I’d probably regret all the profanity that would come spewing out of my mouth.

Dick then decides to open the door by removing the door knob. When he finally gets it open, he sees that I’m awake. “Oh, you’re up?!?! You’re so crazy.” Yes, I’m one crazy MAD bitch. I mean really…I would POSSIBLY be a little less pissed if they had been drunk but to be sober and so inconsiderate, I was LIVID!

Well, the next day, I’m still irate but he finally gets the opportunity to tell me about how they ran into Brigitte Nielson as they were leaving the Abbey. You know who Brigitte is, don’t you? In her youth, she was in films such as Red Sonja and Rocky IV, which is how she and Stallone hooked up. They married and divorced. Bridgitte later went on to fall for the ever so dashing Flavor Flav. What a cute couple they made. Ok, I hope you realize I’m being sarcastic. Flavor Flav may be a nice guy but he’s so FUGLY! Brigitte can do so much better.

Bridgette was heading into the Abbey as Dick and company were leaving, so they started talking to her. She’s Danish and can speak German so they start speaking German with her. Dick gets a picture of Mamma F with Bridgette.

Brigitte an Mamma F…they could be sisters! I think Brigitte looks pretty fabulous. I don’t know many people who can rock the short, short hair.

So, it’s taken me this long to get these images off Dick’s phone so I can blog about my loud Persian family, not Brigitte. I love you guys but I’m really sick of all the loud CHERTO PERTO (Which Dick tells me is Persian for Bullshit Talk).

-Jane, Tired of all the CHERTO PERTO

(Pronounced “chair-toe pair-toe”)

]]> http://janeanddick.com/dick/celebrity-sighting-brigitte-nielson-at-the-abbey/feed/ 0 http://janeanddick.com/dick/louise-and-daddy-duke-it-out-kung-fu-panda-style/ http://janeanddick.com/dick/louise-and-daddy-duke-it-out-kung-fu-panda-style/#comments Tue, 15 Dec 2009 15:30:30 +0000 Jane http://janeanddick.com/?p=6010

One of the reasons I love Dick so much is that he’s really a fantastic Dad. Dick ADORES his girls and loves hanging with them, playing sports with them, wrestling with them, watching cartoons with them, etc. Being a big kid himself, all of this comes super naturally and easily.

Louise is fearless since she is now a brown-tip (brown stripe) belt in Tae Kwon Do.

While Louise has superb form, I have no clue what Dick is doing. Dick thinks he’s Master Shi Fu Uguay (You know…the old, wise, zen, master-all-power turtle). 

Ummm, “Master Uguay”, this is Tae Kwon Do sparring, NOT break dancing!

-Jane, Wife of Wannabe Master Uguay